“When did you stop caring about me on my meds instead of actually realizing that i’m struggling.” Lottie had shook her head in disbelief, her own girlfriend—Lottie’s new found safe place after the torment she went through from the ptsd she suffered after her rescue.

The look in Lottie’s eyes broke you, the way her eyes were glossy from the tears that fell from the corners of them. She paced back and forth with small sighs and shaky breaths, this was her having another panic attack from your intense arguments over the past few months over her medications.

“Taking all these medications is something I need to do and you prefer me off of them just so you’d have something to take care of.” Her face was twisted with betrayal as she rambled on about the way you treated her like a fragile being instead of your actual girlfriend.

“I just don’t understand whats so wrong about you embracing your true self, I love taking care of you.” You tried your best to make light of the situation, clearly it had never worked—even in the past arguments you guys had.

Her eyes bored into yours with a mix of guilt and sadness etched over her flushed face from the crying.

“I don’t know Lottie, you won’t talk to me. About anything.” Your words coming out in a shaky breath. “You won’t even let me near you.”